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I love my Myspace. It’s filled with pictures, comments from friends, and links to the people dearest to me. It’s kind of like my own little diary. It’s a great way to keep in contact with friends and cousins who are near and far. I keep my space private, so only approved “Friends” can check it out. It’s a place where I can just be me without judgment and I like it that way.

So I was a little taken aback to find out that my mom and dad have joined the Myspace world. Eeek! My brother sent me a message saying, “Hey, go check out this myspace and approve them as a friend.” So I click on the link and, yeah, it’s my parents.

WTF??!! I didn’t want to approve my parents to look at my Myspace! It felts like such an invasion of privacy. I mean, it’s not like I have anything particularly shameful or risquee on it, but still. I have a few slightly incriminating pictures on it, and I gush about how happy I am being away from Arizona. I’m wasn’t happy about letting my intrusive parents into my little world like that.

I went around and around, trying to decide how to handle this delicate situation. I finally decided to take my typical passive aggessive approach–just pretend like I didn’t get my brother’s message and that this Mom and Dad Myspace didn’t exist. That worked for almost a week. And then I had to face the music.

My mom called me on Skype last night and said, “Hey, we have a Myspace now! Can you add us as a friend?” FUUUUCK! I was backed into a corner. There was no way to get around it without either a) seriously pissing off my mom, b) making up some fantasic lie about not being able to add friends right now, or c) sucking it up and saying, “Sure”. However uncomfortable, C had to be my choice.

So now my mom and dad have access to my little private Myspace world. Oh well. I guess it won’t hurt them to see pictures of me doing shots, climbing under tables at restaurants, or letting my child run around the backyard in just a diaper and chocolate on his face. I guess it won’t kill them to find out that I own a thong that says “Team Sasquatch” and have pondered no longer shaving my legs and have a sore ass from riding a mountain bike with the most uncomfortable seat in the Pacific Northwest.

I’m keepin’ it real like Miss Cleo.

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